"What are you doing here?" I was quick in asking him, trying to hide the way my heart was beating faster, my hands already feeling sweaty and my eyes flickered twice to the door he had just shut.
I gulped visibly, and almost as if reading my facial expression, he leaned on the wall beside the door. At a safe distance.
"I'm here to talk to you." He replied, calm, which was so opposite to what I was feeling. I felt nervous. So nervous. I shouldn't right? I mean.. I dated this guy for f**k's sake, and for many years.
So, I crossed my hands in front of my chest as I turned to him, wearing the confident facade. "What is there to talk about?"
"About how you're not moving out from this house."
"And who are you to decide that?" I raise an eyebrow questioningly and he blinks his eyes, as if al
